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I worked on New Year's Eve, but since Madison bars stay open late that night, I was able to go party with the best of 'em after midnight. Er. Take that back. The crowd at Madhatters (or, Hatters, as my Australian friends call it) was decidedly greasy and undergrad, and it's the first time I've gone to a bar and felt OLD. When we first arrived at the door, we couldn't even get in. Hatters? Full? That is, until a few of the Badger Basketball players showed up, towering above us, pushing me over and plying the door guy with a $1 bill, asking if that would "get us all in".
Why two stars and not just one little guy? Well, everybody did pretty much just keep to themselves and their own on-coming hangovers. And someone bought us a few "cows" (Spotted Cow). And I was mildly entertained by the guys who kept running into the foosball table. Ouch! Happy New Year, Madison!
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